Dear Santa,I’ve been a bad, bad girlI’ve been selfish and careless and not at all wiseAnd to summarize, well, I ate a lot of fries.

Dear Santa, I’ve been a bad girlI’ve eaten recklessly and enjoyed myself thoroughlyI’ve devoured sweets like there was gonna be no tomorrowI’ve gobbled up carbs like a woolly mammal in need of more layersI’ve had a bite and then a mealI’ve had dessert AND apple pie!I noshed and picked and nibbled and munchedI wined and dined until it fully affected my mind

Dear Santa, I’ve been greedyAnd then I got greedier
And then I stoppedTo think about all that I ingested

Dear Santa,I bathed in butterAnd now I am butterBecause I feel like butterAnd taste like butterAnd walk and talk like butterAnd get licked like butterSo, you see, I’m afraid I must be butter.

Dear Santa, I’ve made a pig of myselfBut you can understand meThanks to that “milk & cookies” love.